yet another moody day in De Barjees
gloomy is my place,
fine intermittent and tepid rain is falling outside,
miserably is all gray, dull, and non-stop

the tile roofs, the pavements, the cars, all wet
everything is reflecting the world around
I can see the silvery sphere each object has,
and then again and again on every specularity

Outside through the windows, it feels like there's no canal,
the Postjes quay is firmly there along the roadside
but the water is not as it usually is,
it feels like it's running all the way back from the canal to the streets

inside, nothing is quite opaque yet,

my purple quartz stone, the porcelain cat and the metamorphic rock are shining as well,
everything is kept dry on this side of the window,
but in a way seems to also been affected by the general mood of this fog

the old furniture from Ikea,

so many hands passed through them,

the closed off chimney,

and boring pillows

the plants don't seem to find the sun anymore
they see around looking in the corners instead of to the windows
and on the big empty rooms of the living spaces
even the orchid has decided no to bloom today

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I remember her body in the office's couch
giving her body to pleasure

offering me the joy to watch

opening her arms and confused heart